When I was 18, I went to London as an au-pair in an American family, in Belgravia. I was more of a dog-sitter than a baby-sitter. The baby was already 14 years old. I had to take care of four dogs - a royal poodle, who was already an old lady, her daughter, a mongrel, Plopsy, a Belgian shepherd, and a Yorkshire terrier, Mr. George. He was the only male, and since among the three ladies, there was always one on heat, Mr. George was very horny and did not succeed much because of his size. Before I left, he died of a hernia. My daily routine consisted of feeding the dogs, walking them twice a day to the park, attending my English classes three times a week, and the rest of the time, I was free. So, with a map in my pocket, I spent most of my time walking around discovering the city. I loved it.
We were living in Belgravia, a very posh area of London, not far from Knighstbridge and Harrods. The couple had just broken up and I was staying with Jenny, a former model, and her son. The house was big, and there were always people staying for a couple of days or more. She had people over on week-ends for dinners or for “special” parties.
During my first week there, I opened the fridge one day to get out some food for the dogs, and saw these little bags full of delicious lamb meet, with “doggybag” written on them. I was puzzled that one would give such fine meet to dogs, so I ate it instead. In the evening, Jenny asked me where the doggybags had gone. I innocently replied that I had given them to the dogs. She was very annoyed, she explained that in fact they were leftovers meant for humans, not for dogs. “Oh, we don’t have these in France!” Ooops! I had had a good dinner however….
Plopsy, who was still a young dog, once managed to sneak into my room and chew on brand new shoes of mine I loved very much. I told Jenny, but she said it was my responsibility if I had not watched the dog carefully. Shit, I was pissed!
Next Saturday afternoon, Jenny was expecting some friends for tea. I had helped her to prepare chocolate brownies and when I wanted to taste one, she warned me that they had a secret ingredient that I should not eat, because she did not want me to get sick. I wondered why I would get sick, what about the guests? But she took the cakes away and I forgot about them. Friends came over, they loved the brownies, I could hear their laughter and the loud music - Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Santana and most of the Woodstock albums. They seemed to have a great time as they constantly laughed, sang and joked. Since, I was not allowed into the room, I put a striped sweater on Plopsy and discreetly pushed her into the room. After a while, the laughter stopped. I could sense the tension raise in the room, then the door opened and the dog came out. I took the dogs for their afternoon walk.
When I came back, Jenny called me from the bathroom. She sounded desperate and depressed. “Frenchy, please come in, I don’t know what’s happening, I have become blind!” Now what the hell was going on? I walked in, she was in the bathtub. I started laughing. “Well, you’d see better if you’d took off your sunglasses” “Oh, fuck, I hadn’t noticed I had them on! Oh, you know, the party, I must have put too much hash in these brownies, we all started having a collective hallucination… there was this striped dog, it made us all flip, We were having such a blast, the brownies were nice and we were all relaxed and totally high, then suddenly this dog walked in… I don’t know, we started having this really bad trip… I thought I would relax with a bath and a nice glass of wine…and then I flipped again because I’d suddenly gone blind…. What a strange trip!” Well, I only confessed my dirty trick a few days later. They actually found it very funny!
What they didn’t know is that their son and I eventually started smoking pot in the basement, behind boxes full of books, which I soon discovered where porn books. The first time I smoked, I had the immediate giggles! I had to walk the dogs to the park, it was spring and I was all giggling by myself and thought I was very funny, which made me giggle even more. At the park, I bumped into trees and apologised, then realised what I had done and started laughing even louder. I landed on a bench next to a dignified old lady, my incessant giggling put her off. She gave me a stiff, offended look and left. I was staring at the trees and realised they were talking. I concentrated very hard to try and understand what they were saying, but just the sound of rustling leaves kept me captivated for a while. Wow, far out man! What an experience!
Jenny had a collection of dildos on her bedside table in her bedroom. The one that I noticed was a black vibrator. I pinched it and while reading porn books I masturbated. I had never had sex so I wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock inside my pussy. It actually felt great and I had powerful orgasms. I even watched myself in the mirror, which made me even hornier. I used her vibrator regularly; I don’t think she ever noticed. I would wash it carefully and rinse it with alcohol before putting it back. I would only borrow it on evenings when she was out. Reading porn books also introduced me to sex. I read all these… funny? dirty? didn’t even know how to qualify these things I read about. Woo! So many things you could do, I had no idea about. I read I don’t know how many of them. I knew all of the theory, but how could I put my knowledge into practice?
Jenny and her friend were actually encouraging me to have sex with their son, they thought it would do him good so that he would stop behaving stupid, but they were not sure if I had done it or not. However, I had no intention to do it with an inexperienced kid. Some of their male friends tried flirting with me on occasions, but I was not interested in these “old” men in their 30’s or even 40’s. One, a pilot, even invited me out for dinner and in the taxi told me he had a nice book in his room, if I wanted to see it and then he put his tongue in my mouth. Yeak! I told him I had to get up early next morning and escaped!
It was summer by then, and I had made acquaintances in the park walking the dogs. I had met this very good looking handicapped man (polio), who had a golden retriever. He walked on crutches, but it did not hinder him from being extremely sexy, even more so. And he knew how to take advantage of it for sure. I met him almost every morning and we started talking. He was 28 and a lawyer. He wondered about where I lived, how old I was. We had nice talks and one day he asked if he could pass by when I was on my own, and have breakfast with me before we would go to the park together with the dogs. I accepted and got rather nervous. The next day, he came and I half burned his eggs and sausages, but he didn’t say anything. He must have felt my nervousness because he told me to sit in front of him and started massaging my back. His hands soon came around and touched my breasts. My nipples got hard and I turned around. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. He asked me to sit on his lap and we kissed again. His hand had found its way under my T-shirt and was caressing my breasts harder. I was almost shaking with desire and panic as I knew what was going to happen. I could feel him getting hard and boldly unzipped his jeans. “Oh, I can see you are a naughty girl! Look at you, all looking pretty and innocent!” I had his cock in my hands, my first cock. I remembered all I had read and thought now is the time to show what I have learned. I put him in my mouth with teeth and all! “Ouch! You better watch your teeth, that hurts!” “Ooops, sorry!” I immediately started to suck him with more delicacy. “Are you sure you have never done this before? cause, Frenchy¸ you sure know how to make me get rock hard! Come on, take it, make it all slippery”. He started moaning. I thought to myself “Shit I love this!” I had his balls in my hand, stroking them softly and had him moan louder. He pulled me back on his lap, put his finger in my pussy and kissed me. I started moaning as well and moving my hips, all the while feeling his cock hitting my thighs. Everything got very slippery and I exploded in an incredible orgasm. He was about to come when the door bell rang. Damn it! He quickly zipped up his pants as I ran towards the door, pulling down my skirt. It was the postman. We finally decided to go to the park, the dogs had started to become impatient. He made me promise that he could take me out next Saturday evening.
We went to the restaurant. The food was nice, but I did not notice much what I was eating as he made me drink lost of excellent red wine. By the time we left the restaurant, I was quite tipsy. We walked to his house, his dog greeted us, and we went into his living room. It struck me that he didn’t have any curtains, the whole neighbourhood could see us. He put on some music, Shaft, and poured some more wine. I felt good and forgot about the lack of curtains. He made me stand up on the sofa while he sat down and started lifting my dress and licking my pussy. I closed my eyes and let go. The sensation was incredible, it was the first time someone did this to me and I became very loud. We started undressing and soon I had his cock in my mouth, this time I was more careful. Isaac Hayes kept on singing and I was all drowning in the wetness and lost control. After a few orgasms, he asked me to go to his bedroom for more comfort and once in his bed he put my legs up on his shoulders and licked me again, putting two fingers in my pussy. I was shaking my head from side to side, I couldn’t stop moaning very loud, lifting my hips and swaying them. Finally, he carefully put his cock into me and I felt like I had been opened and stretched by something bigger than expected. My first time. He started moving and I went wild. “Oh Frenchy, you are so hot when you loose control!” He went faster and I did not know where I was anymore. I was gasping for air, “Oh my God, this is heaven, I love being fucked, I love it!” Oooooohhhh Ooooooohhhhh Ooooohhhhhhh……. He took me in his arms and kissed me wildly. “You’re so hot, baby, when you come!” He put his cock in my mouth and came. I was surprised by the taste, bitter and salty. He laughed at my grin and got up to get me some orange juice. After that, I immediately fell asleep as he held me tenderly in his arms.
The next day was a lovely sunny day and I felt like a newborn baby, however walking like a cowboy. My first time had been a great success. I suppose the neighbours enjoyed it as well. I had a wide grin on my face when I thought of that special night. I left London at the end of that week. Boys beware, here I come!
